For the lack of gold

For the lack of gold she's left me, O,

And of all that's dear bereft me, O;

She me forsook for a great duke,

And to endless woe she's left me, O.

A star and garter have more art

Than youth, a true and faithful heart;

For empty titles we must part;

For glittering show she's left me, O.

No cruel fair shall ever move

My injured heart again to love;

Through distant climates I must rove,

Since Jeanie she has left me, O.

Ye powers above, I to your care

Resign my faithless lovely fair;

Your choicest blessings be her share,

Though she's for ever left me, O.